Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.